the problem, my boy. Nobody will ever coax Isaac Cohen up to Fifth
Avenue and into a 'By appointment to His Majesty' kind of a tailor
shop. Just pegs away year after year--he was here long before I
came--supporting his family, storing his mind with all sorts of
rare knowledge. Do you know he's one of the most delightful men
you will meet in a day's journey?"

"No--never knew anything of the kind. Thought he was just plain
tailor."

"And an intimate friend of many of the English actors who come
over here?" continued Peter.

"I never heard a word about it" I answered meekly; Peter's
acquaintances being too varied and too numerous for me to keep
track of. That he should have a tailor among them as learned and
wise as Solomon, and with friends all over the globe, was quite to
be expected.

"Well, he is," answered Peter. "They always hunt him up the first
thing they do. He lived in London for years and made their
costumes. There's no one, I assure you, I am more glad to see when
he makes an excuse to rap at my door. You'll come up, of course,
until I read my letters."

"No, I'll keep on to my rooms and meet you later at the club."

"You'll do nothing of the kind, you restless mortal. You'll come
upstairs with me until I open my mail. It's really like touching
the spring of a Jack-in-the-box, this mail of mine--all sorts of